Ruslan entered the bedroom, and for a moment his vision went dark. He stood disoriented for several seconds. His head and face burned slightly as regeneration worked through the damage. The last thing he remembered was the sound of shattering glass.
He ran a hand over his face and saw blood on his palm. His Luna stood by the dresser, meaningfully holding another vase in her hand. Now it was clear what she had thrown at him.
"Stella." — he said with understanding.
"Yes." — the second vase flew at him. This one the Alpha managed to deflect. He remained standing by the door.
"You would have refused. I’ve had enough time to get to know you." — Ruslan deliberately didn’t mention the preparations. He had thought that in the process his pair would be frightened and wouldn’t ask questions of t
